(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) <em>[Repeated]<br />Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.<br />It's all good.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br />You ain't got to lie to kick it<br />To them tricks and them bitches<br />Out to get a nigga's riches<br /><em>[Repeat]<br /><br /><em>[Verse 1: Richie Rich]<br /><br />Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk<br />fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't<br />do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county<br />Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block<br />Polyurethane busta cracked in half<br />you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank<br />I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked<br />Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04<br />you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late<br />Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight<br />You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick<br />got them thinking you sick and representing yo click<br />But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype<br />yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes<br />And if they knew yo identity<br />you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)<br />You ain't got to lie to kick it.<br /><br /><em>[Chorus 4x]<br /><br /><em>[Verse 2: 2Pac]<br /><br />You ain't got to lie to kick it<br />y'all don't hear me<br />I got these niggas yackin' in my face<br />about some shit that never took place<br />And what you see is what you get<br />that's what he told me<br />I peeped it in his pose<br />exposed the fucking phony<br />I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie<br />with them bitches they be freaky<br />they don't know me<br />Hey it's gettin drastic<br />Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic<br />Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked<br />and stuffed in a casket<br />Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit<br />Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice<br />and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson<br />Cause I know the real on the bitch<br />she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch)<br />I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick<br />and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch!<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]<br /><br />Well if a bitch'll be a bitch<br />Then a trick'll be a trick<br />I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix<br />this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues<br />Stay the fuck up out of mine<br />and I'll stay out of yours<br />It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand<br />This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man.<br />But now you beefing on the strength<br />that you was thinkin' I was jocking<br />Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'<br />and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck<br />it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck<br />so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me<br />Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)<br />Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'<br />Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping<br /><br /><em>[Chorus 'til end]<br />
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